Becoming a god by raising witches

Princess Frida gave the maid a look, and the maid knelt down to carefully examine the necklace around the golden retriever's neck. She confirmed that it was the collar the princess had given to Suad, engraved with the name of her beloved dog Suad, and with an intact purple gemstone.

But this dog was clearly not as smart as Jerry; it was even a little scared when it saw the princess's sharp eyes.

This is a young golden retriever, whose intelligence is far inferior to that of Jerry, who has lived for more than ten years.

As Princess Frida's personal maid knelt down, Jamaco Batti subconsciously glanced at the maid's deep cleavage, which made Princess Frida even more disgusted with this Viscount Batti's second son.

“Princess, the collar is correct.”

"That's what the personal maid said."

Princess Frida nodded slightly, and the maid stood behind her.

A cold smile curved her lips.

"Jamako Batty, are you sure this is my beloved dog, Suad?"

"of course."

Jamaco Batti said with absolute certainty that he had sent people to search for them after overhearing their conversation the previous night.

As a result, the servants only brought back a dead dog. Since Jamaco Batti certainly couldn't offer a dead dog to please the princess, he ordered someone to remove Suad's collar and put it on the neck of another dog that looked very similar to Suad, intending to use this dog to please the princess.

Suyad's body was dumped directly at the entrance of the abandoned church.

When he saw the lively Jerry, he completely ignored Locke.

Both were looking for counterfeit goods, but his only proof was the collar, while Locke's had nothing.

In his view, Locke was overestimating himself; how could a lowly sheriff dare to use this opportunity to get close to the beautiful and noble Princess Frida, and even use the same method as him?

According to Locke, Jamaco Batti was a bit anxious and stressed, with pimples appearing on his forehead and chin.

Princess Frida then looked at Locke and asked with a half-smile,

"Rock Bemon, are you sure your dog is Suad?"

"No, I have never seen the real Suyad. I have only tried my best to find a similar dog."

Locke said with a smile.

Jamaco Batistuta was even more pleased with himself; his competitors were backing down, which was a good thing for him.

He tilted his head back even higher, looking at Locke through his nostrils.

Princess Frida nodded gently and sat down on her pink sofa, where her personal maid brought her some fine black tea.

She picked up the black tea, took a small sip, and her smile gradually faded.

She threw the delicate teacup, which hit Jamaco Batti in the face.

Jamaco Batti was scalded in the face with boiling red tea, while Princess Frida's maid knelt on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

"You actually dared to replace my Katma black tea with some inferior tea? Do you think I'm so easy to fool?"

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, this is York tea that the Baron sent earlier. I thought you would like it.”

"What kind of black tea could there be in a remote place like York? Bring it to me."

Princess Frida said angrily, and the maid got up, picked up the teapot, and left.

Jamaco Batti was so frightened that his legs were trembling.

When Princess Frida looked at him, he immediately knelt down on the ground.

His psychological resilience was completely inadequate to match his ambition.

Locke, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

"Jamako Batti, you think I'm easy to fool, just like my servant, don't you?"

The princess asked calmly.

Jamaco Batti swallowed hard and immediately shook his head. “No, you are the embodiment of intelligence and wisdom. You are the perfect princess. No one would dare to deceive you.”

"The embodiment of intelligence and wisdom? Are you implying that I'm a cultist?"

Princess Frida raised an eyebrow slightly.

Jamaco Batti realized he had licked a hot plate again and immediately changed his tune,

“That’s not what I meant, Your Highness. I know you are a member of the Church of Life. I’m not questioning your piety. I just wanted to praise your wisdom and beauty. No one would dare to lie to you.”

“Jamarco Batti, you’re a complete liar. Since Viscount Batti doesn’t know how to raise children, then I’ll raise them for him.”

After Frida finished speaking, two tall and imposing guards in red uniforms came out. They were members of the guard responsible for protecting the princess's palace.

The two men drew their rapiers and held them to Jamaco Batti's neck.

Locke was glad he hadn't lied to Princess Frida; it seemed she had a deep affection for her dog, recognizing it at a glance despite their similar appearance.

Jerry saw the angry princess and hid behind Locke; he didn't want to get involved.

Locke looked at it suspiciously. It revealed a pair of big, watery eyes, as if it were trying to coax its owner.

Locke seriously suspected that when he swapped its life with Lloyd's, he might have also switched its intelligence, otherwise how could there be a dog that had become sentient?

In contrast, the other golden retriever, which looked six or seven parts like Jerry, was completely oblivious, playing with a ball of yarn and occasionally barking happily.

The only one suffering is the one who brought it, Jamaco Batti.

Jamaco Batti was still trying to justify himself.

"Your Highness, what have I done wrong? Why are you treating me like this?"

Princess Frida clapped her hands, and servants brought up Suad's body.

Jamaco Batti's pupils contracted slightly, realizing he had been exposed. Damn it, he should have thrown the dog's carcass into the mountains to feed the wolves. Those incompetent subordinates, they'll suffer when they get back.

As he thought this, a look of panic appeared on his face.

Then, he looked at Locke, who was calm and composed to the side.

He, like me, deceived the princess. How can he be so calm? Well, I must learn from him and not panic.

Having mentally prepared himself, Jamaco Baty looked up and asked, puzzled,

"This is?"

“This is the real Suyad. The collar around its neck has been removed. I think the person who took the collar will definitely appear in this room today. Who do you think it could be?”

Princess Frida asked the question she already knew the answer to.

Jamaco Batti's legs were trembling.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me, those damned servants! I only asked them to help Her Highness the Princess find the dog, and they did this! I'll teach them a lesson later."

"Oh, so that's it."

Princess Frida said calmly, and her personal maid brought over a whip.

She stretched out her fair hand, grasped the brown leather whip, and lashed it down.

"I can't control you if you want to teach someone a lesson, but no one has been born yet who dares to deceive this princess."

Snapped--

The whip lashed Jamaco Batti, making him wince in pain.

This was a far cry from the ending he had envisioned, and he groaned in pain.

"Please, Your Highness, I know I was wrong."

Princess Frida handed the whip to the red-clad guard, "Keep hitting him, give him 30 lashes, then throw him out."

Locke swallowed hard, silently mourning for the viscount's second son.

“Rock Bemon, you should be grateful that you didn’t tell me a stupid lie, otherwise you would be worse off than Jamaco Batti without a title.”

Princess Frida sat back on the sofa, picked up another cup of black tea, and said...

This time, she didn't blame the maid for making the hot tea. Her earlier outburst had eased her grief, and watching the guards continue to whip Jamaco Batti and hearing his screams made her feel a little better.

Jamaco Batty would be even happier if she could shout louder so that everyone in the Queens could hear her.

That way, no one will dare to deceive her anymore.

“You’ve found my Suyad, and a clever dog. I should reward you. Tell me, what do you want?”

Frida looked at Locke,

"It was my duty to find Suyad for you; I don't need anything else."

Locke answered.

Jerry also noticed Princess Frida's change in mood, and he happily rushed to Frida's side, wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue, looking at the princess with longing eyes.

Frida reached out and patted Jerry's head, making Jerry even happier.

This dog is really a dog.

Locke felt that if Jamaco Batty were half as perceptive as Jerry, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

Jamaco Batti was glaring at Locke with venomous eyes. He had already suffered enough from the whipping, but the problem was that he had a handsome rival beside him who had won the princess's favor.

"You can't do without a reward. I'm a person who is fair in rewards and punishments. If you haven't thought it through, I can help you think of one."